Lazy train crawls on rails, Hazy life timid and dull, Career turbid and null, The lazy limbed time, Is uncertain in its prime, A retirement premature Into lazy nooks of village life, A speedy end to willful strife, Dissipated ambition and fame, Left with no adventurous game.
A direction I go to is nowhere, Nowhere is the speedy run, Nowhere is success spun By swift footed time, Nowhere is the broad canvas, To paint ideas of my mind, Brain is anointed by castor, Slow feet, slow brain, slow time.
